The eyes of the beholder...

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Alone,... he hid his face between his wings and shed tears of sorrow. Why was he tormented so, by all the other ducks? Why was he so ugly? None of his brothers and sisters wanted to play with him,...and he was so clumsy in the farmyard. He was heartbroke

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